After Dandrien spoke, the atmosphere in the venue became extremely strange. Ox widened his eyes, his envy was beyond words.

Pusilla curled his lips, his expression full of disgust and disgust.

Seeing this, Roy was silent for half a minute for the minstrel.

This guy has revealed his true colors in front of Pussyra. Can he still get along with her in the future?

"I read that right, Master Dandrien, you are indeed the master of picking up girls, a prodigal son in love..." Oaks squeezed his eyebrows at the poet,

"Uh..." Dandelion sighed in relief when he saw the witch hunter's expression relaxed, "It is the poet's nature to pursue inspiration, and all beautiful things can provide inspiration, including beauty, so I just devote myself to art..."

"Well, no matter whether your original intention is for art or for love with the world, first tell me the addresses of the six beauties, Master Dandelion."

"I have a condition..." The bard gritted his teeth and said, "The masters must first assure me that they will not use illegal means of questioning the six beauties!"

As Geralt's close friend, the poet naturally knew the magical way of witch hunters' interrogation. "Although I only had a night of joy with several of them, I don't want to implicate them and suffer!"

"You are quite a bit conscience," Pusilla sarcastically said next to him, and the three witch hunters responded readily.

"Do this happen, you can make an appointment with them then," Roy paid attention to the movements around him and lowered his voice, "Let's sneak into the house and search for maps."

The bard thought for a while and finally nodded.

His six old lovers, including two drink lovers, worked in the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and Kingfisher Tavern, a little noble married woman, a tailor, a brothel with a charming charm, and even a follower of Eternal Fire.

His tastes are also diverse, including humans, elf mixed races, girls who are as beautiful as flowers, and women who are mature.

Roy looked at the bard for a long time and felt uncomfortable. "I'm so lucky!" More women's favour than Geralt, a human-shaped self-propelled pile driver, he suspected that Dandrien was the protagonist of the destiny of this world.

The young witch hunter asked himself, then shook his head, not everyone has the ability to meet each other, and at the same time deal with the words of a bunch of women.

"There are no broken fields, only exhausted cattle. Take care of your health, Master Dandelion." Ox patted the poet's shoulder earnestly. The latter was not ashamed, but secretly proud. "That wouldn't be a problem for the master. There are always men born with strong demand and outstanding abilities who enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by 'flowers and butterflies', and I happen to be one of them."

"You are very confident in your courage to show off your abilities in front of the witch hunter..."

"No, no, I'm probably a little short of what the masters have. After all, I haven't passed the grass trial, and that organ is still a normal person." He said modestly and asked with shamelessness, "We have decided on our plan? When will we start to take action? In addition, we also asked several masters to generously impress the beauty's date, but we have to spend a lot of money to prepare..."

The three witch hunters opened their mouths wide and inexplicably felt like they had been tricked.

Pusilla covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I'm still very curious about what the masters talked to Mr. Butler just now." Dandrien couldn't think of what a senior gangster had to talk to the witch hunter.

"Poggart wanted to entrust us, but we refused."

...

Everyone left the Vanilla Inn.

Two hours later.

The bard with a feather hat lived in the middle, and in a arrogant step, blinked at a young girl on the street with braids hanging to her buttocks, who immediately ran away with her pretty red face.

Three demon hunters guarded him like bodyguards.

Then there was a young witch hunter with calm eyes and thoughtful thoughts.

A beautiful blonde woman followed behind her, observing the backs of the three witch hunters intently, holding a pen and a roll of paper in her hands, walking slowly while writing non-stop.

"The Snake Hunting"

Like the wings of a raven, like the moonlight of the night

Dark gold's eyes were asleep with lightning

His expression was like a pendant between his neck, as hard as steel, as cold as iron, sharp as diamonds, cutting open the enemy's arteries…”

...

"I have to remind you, Master Dandelion, don't rely on our protection to swagger and restrain yourself."

In just two hours, several people searched the two drink lovers of the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and Kingfisher Tavern, as well as the "passionflower" madam. Unfortunately, the things were not there.

As for the process, it is probably the bard who uses the money from the witch hunter to make the target come to another room for dinner, chat and have fun.

Each time, he will finish the work for no more than ten minutes, and he will have to ask about the map during this period, so he will have less time to fight. It is completely contrary to what he said about his extraordinary talent.

Roy doubted how this bard got to Tosent's Duchess.

Relying on his eloquence and a perfect tongue?

"Don't worry," the poet laughed dryly, "I feel like I'm almost approaching the target."

Soon, everyone came to the pink house, hid in the alley, and stared at a furious elf woman-dressed man standing on the balcony, scolding the poet for ten minutes with a swear word that was repeated from beginning to end.

After he was relieved, he left with Dandelion, who was like a quail.

The witch hunter took the opportunity to sneak in.

However, I didn't find the map, but I found new clothes in the entire room: lawyer's uniforms, princess dresses, ladies' clothes... all kinds of uniforms are available, which is breathtaking.

And they are all women's styles.

"I never knew that this guy had such a heavy taste..." Pusilla's pretty face changed color.

"Are artists so open?" Roy admitted that the bard's aesthetic taste for women is not bad. Whether it is the two drink lovers or the madam, they are all plump and hot types, but for men...

What the hell is a man?

"Ox, why are you stealing someone's short skirt? Where are you hiding!" Seret seemed to have discovered something extraordinary and shouted out in broad daylight.

"Shut up! Speak quietly!" Oaks covered his brother's mouth in anger. Facing Roy and Pusilla's weird gaze, he smiled embarrassedly, and threw the skirt to the ground. "I think this skirt doesn't match the style of the clothes inside, so I can do him a favor... Don't believe me? Oh, what are your eyes? Are I that kind of person?"

Roy picked up his skirt with a smile, "Ox, I'll put this thing on for you first, maybe you can use it in the future!"

For example, when you are drunk.

Roy added a sentence in his heart.

The date was quite long, and the tailor Alil was the first to return to the pink house. He was as if he had been moistened by rain, with a rosy complexion and a radiant look.

Dandrien appeared behind him for a while. His face was pale and sickly, his steps were floating, and his body was sweating.

"His Excellency Dandelion, do you want to take care of yourself and have some rest?"

"No!" A strand of paranoia shot out from the swollen eyes of the bard, and his trembling fingers climbed on the witch hunter's shoulder.

In fact, he did nothing, just kept scraping his stomach and racking his brains to think about poetry to praise Ellie.

Praise people is a technical job, especially for a long time.

"I must find the map today, otherwise wouldn't I let down my sponsorships?"

The witch hunter nodded and slightly agreed with the fickle and inappropriate poet.

The next target of everyone was the female believer of Eternal Fire, living in the residential area north of Novigre, leading to the piers of the Temple Island.

They had a little trouble as they walked through an alley.

Suddenly, eight men in black and fur hats walked out of the alley and walked straight towards several people, but they did not get too close, but lined up to guard the alley. They held strange ring-shaped objects in their hands, which looked like ropes. The three witch hunters looked around and moved their shoulders.

They felt the vigilance and restraint of the man in black.

Dandrien moaned.

"Several masters, please calm down. They are the temple guards," the bard whispered slightly uncertainly, "it should be a routine check. After all, several are a little different."

The Temple Guardian, the Guardian of Eternal Fire?

Roy glanced at the guy in the black man's hand again. It was not the ordinary whip he thought at first, but a special Lamiya whip.

"Dear Schappelle..."

The man named Shapele stopped and looked at them carefully. Roy found that his unusually cold eyes reflected metallic colors, his forehead was abnormally covered with sweat, and his cheeks had mottled red dots.

"Talented Mr. Dandelion, Ms. Pusirah..." He glanced over the pendant between the witch's neck and said loudly, "There are three representatives of the Snake Sect. Are you going to the Temple Island? Are you going to pray to the Eternal Fire?"

"Uh, that's not the case..." Dandrien wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I'm going to meet a female friend."

Shapele raised his chin at the three witch hunters, but the witch hunter did not answer.

"These three masters of the Snake Sect are the bodyguards I hired," the bard turned his eyes and continued, "Sir, you must have heard of them, there are always some people in Novigri who are jealous of my handsomeness and slander me for their female relatives. For the sake of personal safety, they should avoid being hired by some jealous and unreasonable guys... so I hired three masters."

"is that so?"

The witch hunter nodded silently.

"I can testify, Lord Schappelle..." Pusilla said softly, "the three masters are indeed the bodyguards hired by Dandelion."

"Since that's the case." Schappeller's suspicious eyes swept over the three demon hunters again, "Severals can be unobstructed in Novigre. But I have a few advice to give to the masters of the Snake Sect."

"I know that some cities do not have the sacred shelter of Eternal Fire, so that messy monsters will be born, but Novigre does not exist in these things. I hope that the masters can use your weapons and seals carefully, and do not target them at the good citizens of Novigre and the believers of Eternal Fire."

"Of course..." Roy nodded. Gang members were definitely not good people.

"The witch hunter is not a butcher, your concerns are redundant."

"The most important point," stressed Schappeller, "I have heard that the witch hunter has no faith, and I respect it, but I hope that several people can respect the Eternal Fire and do not act in any way to blaspheme it. All those who dare to blaspheme will personally send him to the stolen stand. In Novigray, everyone is equal before the law, and anyone who blasphemes the Eternal Fire will perish in the flames, and their assets will be confiscated! I have said enough, so please remember this advice."

"The eternal fire is watching all living beings."

Shapele drew a circle on his chest, stared at them for a while, then turned around and walked head-on through the alley, guards holding Lamiya whip lined up in an entire line, following behind him, and quickly disappeared.

"My God!" Dandelion watched them leave, screaming with relief.
To be continued...